The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train hissed into Ashford station, exhaling a plume of black smoke that clung to the grey November sky, and Elias Vane stepped onto the platform with his one suitcase and a letter of introduction that felt heavier than stone. He was thirty years old, though the hollows under his eyes made him look a decade older, and he carried the exhaustion of a man who had spent the last two years...

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